When confronted about how she could have allowed me to roam the neighborhood in pants that short, mom swore that I could not be dissuaded from wearing these baggy trou, cinched as tightly as possible without doing permanent damage to the liver. The argyle shirt is killer but I never grew into the ears as all my kin had assured me I would.
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